Foreign films — like such excellent Frameline entries as Undertow, Children of God, or Francois Ozon's Hideaway — tend to be less rigidly codified in terms of physical casting. Their protagonists are attractive but natural, not conspicuously pumped by hours of gym devotion. Still, their soft-pedaled sexy glamour seems contrite alongside the futurist masculinity line-blurring of Frameline flicks like tranny-band survey Riot Acts: Flaunting Gender Deviance in Music Performance. Or Jake Yerra's Open, whose ethereal dramatic panoply encompasses a femmy boi in love with a pregnant FTM as well as an intersex couple undergoing surgery to become identical. "Being average in a world of physical perfection is the worst kind of gay purgatory," a character says in Is It Just Me? Maybe worse: being slave to that sensibility.